Cedric Diggory Smut Collection

Christmas 2

You couldn't believe it. He was handing you the journal you wrote every day and also used to fantasize about him.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Cedric, " your face turning hot as your embarrassment creeps up your look.

Before you can look up at him, you see him walking away, waving you off.

You immediately flip through all the pages, some torn out and a random paper sitting in the book.

~Secret passage near the standard room @11 •CD~

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The air smells very sweet in here for some reason. It smells of old shoes and that sweet, herbal smell. Then you recognize what that smell is; showed. As soon as you realize it, you see the two people in the corner of this dimly lit room. There's Cedric and a smaller rough looking girl next to him, and in her hand is a joint.

"Oh! Excuse me," you say without thinking, as they both look bewildered. "I'll...I'll go," you say, your heart beginning to pound as you've come across something you shouldn't have seen. Turning around, you see the door shut, turning around to see Cedric with his wand out.

"What's the hurry?" Cedric sitting next to the girl, says menacingly. With fear moving up your spine, you turn back. "The note said to meet here," you confess, and then they laugh, making your face redden.

"Welcome," Cedric takes another hit of the smokeless lit spliff. Looking at you, he has a very nasty grin, and you'd never seen him so mean.

"Thanks?" you respond, "I'm sorry about the journal." Inside, you have a faint hope this will clear this matter up so you can go.

"Honestly, it was super hot," the girl says, mocking, her face showing she doesn't like me for some reason. "Having him do it to you is even better," the girl sneers, looking at you with daggers.

Tears begin to well up in your eyes as you realize he'd brought you here to make you a laughing stock in front of his current two years, your senior fuck buddy. She has tits ass and beautiful skin.

"Leave," he exclaims quickly, his voice stern and low. You turn to leave soon, "not you y/n." your hand on the knob, "Elina, get out!"

You see her flinch at the boom of his voice as she gets up and fixes her skirt and tie. Her long brown hair flips over her shoulder as she shoulder bumps you making her way out. She slams the door causing the ashtray to rattle against the table.

"I don't know know what you want, but I d-d-don't care just leave m-m-me alone," you try to leave again.

Cedric begins to walk towards you, and the size difference between you is very noticeable. You're barely (your height) foot and weigh close to (weight), and he's at least 6 foot 1 and 190. There's no denying that he can easily outpower you.

"Well, little girl," he says, standing a foot away. "Since we're alone now led me to give you the...good slut inspection," he offers in a half-mocking, half-serious tone.

Good slut inspection? Of all pages to take out of your journal, he took the inspection. You gasp, not liking the sound of that. You open your mouth to comment but stop.

You don't have any choice. Cedric's locked the door with a spell you haven't learned yet. He'd probably enchant you to not being able to talk or beat you up.

"I-I-Inspection?" you stammer, fear making goosebumps on your skin.

"Yes. Just like your journal y/n," he explains menacingly. Unable to help it, you gulp in fear, and your body trembles lightly as you stare up into his evil-like eyes.

"Go to the wall. Face it," he orders with a stiff nod of his head at the bare wall. You look partly confused, thinking this is just a joke. But his face shows he's not joking in the least. Again you consider running, or maybe screaming, but think better of it. Even if you cry, you could get choked to death before anyone comes. If you do what he says, maybe he won't be so mean.

With your face burning up, you walk to the wall. As you walk, you hear Cedric moving the chair to sit in it with his chest to the back, his legs spread as he continues puffing on the smokeless spliff.

You reach the wall, looking at the ugly brick, praying he doesn't slam your face into it. "Hands-on the wall," Cedric demands calmly, sounding very intimidating. Closing your eyes and feeling like a coward, you put your hands on the wall like you're ordered. This pleases him, "good girl, he approves," just like in your journal.

A few moments pass as you hear Cedric get up and begin pacing.

From out of nowhere, something pulls up your skirt and slaps your ass hard. Yelping in pain, your hands move behind to cover your bottom from whatever it was.

Turning, you see Cedric right behind you, his hand raised. Your face heats up as you know he just spanked you.

Your ass stings but not as bad as your humiliation stings from the very person you fantasize about spanking you while his friends have read your journal.

"Did I say to turn around? Put your fucking hands on the wall," He growls, his face becoming wild.

Scared as you picture him slamming his fist in your face, you spin back to the wall and put both hands up to it. Another spank comes, stinging my ass worse.

Your panties provide little protection against his hard bare hand slap. Then another one comes, and you press your body against the wall as you winch in pain.

"This is to teach you not to leave your private things in public," Cedric says like a professor or headmaster and then spanks your ass again.

Your ass stinks worse than you've ever felt. The last time you were spanked was when you were five, and it was nothing like this.

Gasping in shock, you feel perhaps the worse feeling possible; your skirt is tugged and falls to my feet. You think them bunched around your feet while your periwinkle cotton panties are on full display.

In a daze, you stare forward at the wall as you hear him "hmm" at your panties. Your mind tells you to pick them back up, but you don't. If you did, Cedric would get mad and tug them back down.